Presence revealed

Stacy looked at the confident, half-lidded, bedroom stare she was making at herself in the mirror and felt her eyelashes sudden together, winking playfully. "I guess we should formally meet." She watched herself say, sounding like the flirting voice that talked to Clive. "I'm Jezebel." She heard herself continue, and she felt an enveloping hug squeeze her tight body and fingers tracing lip quivering paths beneath her clothes. "Thank you for letting me tag along." As the voice finished, Stacy felt her face relax and she could finally voice her own words.

"What the hell is happening?" She asks herself, leaning forward to examine her face more thoroughly, peeking into each panicked pupil and even down her throat to see if something is affecting her. Could she still be asleep? Her face tingled while she watched her expression ripple like a disturbed pond back to the confident gaze of this Jezebel.

"I suppose I should start from the beginning." Jezebel admitted. "You see, we've met before." Stacy wracked her brain for anyone named Jezebel in her life, but came up blank. "Last night, actually," she felt herself continue, "but I figured you wouldn't have taken me home with you if I asked nicely." Stacy thought back to last night's office incident: the curvy figure she had seen definitely matched the figure she was sporting. Had she actually seen a ghost? "Now that we're fully acquainted, we can work together." Together? As she tried to talk, Stacy felt Jezebel release control again.

"Work together on what? All you've done with me is make me look like a streetwalker." She hefted her jiggly chest for emphasis, and gasped as how sensitive her clothed breast now were. Jezebel laughed for them both, like honey pouring into Stacy's ears, and she slapped her hands into her lap as blood colored her cheeks.

"You said you wanted to get laid." Jezebel explained. "That's my job." She said proudly. "But I haven't been able to perform for so long." Her sexy voice naturally stressed the innuendo. "You're wardrobe left me limited, but we can fix that later." Stacy felt her arms puppeted when Jezebel flung her hands to the steering wheel, locking them in place. "This is the part where you have to help. I've never used a machine like this before." Stacy felt her body slump back to her control, but any attempt to leave the car was prevented. "Cooperate, or this will be much worse." Jezebel threatened, and Stacy felt a rough mouth bite through her top onto a puffy nipple. She yelped and tried to rub away the ache, but Jezebel made her hands slip away from her pained chest. Stacy resigned herself to her fate and started the car, too scared to say anything. "Take us somewhere to get a better outfit." Jezebel demanded.

Stacy was a smart girl. If she wasn't watching herself act on someone else's whims, she wouldn't believe it was happening, but a lot of things were starting to make sense. Jezebel seemed to confirm her dependence on her clothes, which explained the bedroom pile. Her power seemed quite absolute, but Stacy had felt moments of control when she concentrated. She would need to focus on keeping her mouth under control in public. There must be some limits to the hooker ghost's power, and she was quickly weighing her options on how to handle it.